November 16, 2006

• papercut

  
  

  i, long ago, committed love to verse
  etched it on a note placed on her desk
  and
  hoping to impress
  i wound up dead instead
  committing suicide.
  
  "dear _what's-her-name?_,..." i poured my very soul
  hoping that my lines were of gold.
  but no, far south of bullseye built a house of foolish pride
  now crashed, slow-motioned, in a sloppy heap.
  
  she laughed, i cried/stayed quiet while she teased
  "just what on earth!?  i never had foreseen...!"
  so lost, unbalanced, vomit on my knees,
  i struggled to stay straight.
  
  unfolding paper ends,
  she quickly showed her friends
  who snickered jealously.
   
  i prayed for some release
  ( it never came for me.)
  

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